"Your Highness, we have arrived at the Palace of Heavenly Purity."
As Li Guangde's slightly heavy and respectful voice slowly fell, Yan Cheng's footsteps also came to an abrupt stop.
He stood quietly outside the Palace of Heavenly Purity, slightly raised his head, his eyes calm and deep, carefully looking at this magnificent palace where the person representing the highest authority in Daxia lived.
The Palace of Heavenly Purity is undoubtedly a magnificent palace. Yan Cheng slowly raised his head and his eyes moved upwards along the high-raised eaves.
It looks like a giant dragon stretching its body to take off, exuding awe-inspiring majesty, as if declaring to the world its inviolability.
Li Guangde went in and soon came out again, saying, "Eighth Prince, the Emperor summons you."
Yan Cheng's face was as calm as water, still looking indifferent and aloof, and he walked calmly through the solemn vermilion gate.
His eyes inadvertently swept to both sides, and he saw that the golden pillars supporting the heavy roof of the palace were thick and upright, like giants standing upright, silently carrying the solemnity and majesty of the palace.
Yan Cheng's footsteps never stopped. Wherever his eyes looked, there were exquisite carvings and gorgeous decorations.
The lifelike reliefs seem to be telling the glory of the past, while the colorful murals demonstrate the royal nobility and luxury.
Every detail tells of the vicissitudes of time and the majesty of the royal family.
Walking in this huge palace that carries a heavy history, Yan Cheng felt a slight chill.
It seemed as if a heavy and invisible pressure was pouring in from all directions.
It is hard to say whether those who have lived here for a long time will also feel the same oppression.
There should be some, right?
The expectations and hopes of the people of the world are so heavy that any carelessness will lead to a complete loss.
As the old saying goes, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.
Yan Cheng finally arrived at the center of the hall. He first glanced up secretly and took in the face of the handsome uncle.
However, before his peek was discovered, he quickly collected his thoughts, performed the proper etiquette, and said respectfully, "Your son pays homage to the emperor."
As a person, one must recognize the situation clearly, so Yan Cheng quickly accepted his new identity.
"Get up!"
Yan Cheng didn't kneel for long. In order to express his welcome for his return, Emperor Jingxi walked down from the top of the table and helped him up with his own hands.
Yan Cheng stood up, and although his eyes were still half closed, he could keenly sense that his biological father in front of him was looking at him openly and brazenly.
That look seemed to be judging whether he was valuable.
This kind of stare was not very offensive, and Yan Cheng could roughly understand Emperor Jingxi's approach.
After all, Emperor Jingxi was first an emperor and only secondarily a father.
For the princes, they are both the emperor's sons and the emperor's subjects.
As an emperor who worked hard and wielded power, Emperor Jingxi hoped to have a smart and capable minister rather than a naive and foolish son.
After Yan Cheng entered the palace, he was neither overly fawning nor deliberately showing the sadness of being exiled for many years. Instead, he acted calmly, as if this was not the majestic Palace of Heavenly Purity.
Emperor Jingxi was pleased with his son's determination and good temperament, but he was also a little melancholy because his son was not close enough to him.
However, he couldn't blame the child. After all, they were half-brothers and sons, and there was no deep emotional foundation between them.
In fact, he did not have any deep feelings for his son. At most, he had a compensatory mentality, wanting to make up for this son who had not had a good life in the past.
In the eyes of Emperor Jingxi, who was born into a royal family and enjoyed all the splendor and wealth, the family that Yan Cheng once belonged to was not as powerful as the wealthy and powerful, nor as wealthy as the royal merchants. This meant that they did not live a good life.
So, when he heard that the queen was going to decorate the North Second Residence in person, he generously opened his private treasury and had people send a lot of precious things to the North Second Residence.
Moreover, he also specifically ordered people to carefully investigate whether the palace maids sent by the Queen to the North Second Prison were of clean origin and who they were connected to, so as to prevent people with unknown origins and ulterior motives from infiltrating the North Second Prison.
The Queen's work did not disappoint him. Those people were of clean background and could be safely left to the son who had just returned.
Yan Cheng lowered his eyes slightly. Emperor Jingxi could clearly see that his delicate facial lines were very similar to those of the Seventh Prince, and he secretly admired him.
He couldn't help but think, no wonder the Prince of Chu recognized him as the Seventh Prince at first sight.
Apart from the unclear shape of his eyes due to his downcast gaze, even at a cursory glance, one cannot say that he looks similar to the Seventh Prince. One can only say that they are exactly the same.
Even the pale face and thin figure are almost the same.
They are twins indeed.
Um?
Emperor Jingxi's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he stared at the boy's face closely. Only then did he realize that it was not a momentary mistake on his part.
The child's complexion was really similar to that of the Seventh Prince, who had just recovered from an illness. My heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
Without caring about anything else, he hurriedly asked, "Are you not feeling well?"
I've never heard that this child had any health problems before!
Wait, this kid seemed to have vomited blood on the day he attended Princess Qingyang’s poetry meeting, but he was shocked by the twins incident at the time and didn’t take it to heart.
"It's just a minor health problem. It will be fine in one or two years, or three or four years. It's nothing serious."
Yan Cheng answered truthfully. He was telling the truth. As long as he practiced "Dead Tree Comes to Life" to the fifth level, he would no longer have a pale face all day long.
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